I didn't know what he was doing, I thought he was being his usual overly affectionate self.
Touches that lingered a breath too long, fingers trailing down arms and shoulders instead of moving immediately after the initial touch.
The intrusion of personal space; he'd always had a problem with getting too close before but now…
The looks, the smiles, those eyes-Dear God-those eyes.
It all led to me confronting him and him saying four simple words.
I'm flirting with you.
Me?
You.
Why?
If you have to ask…
It ended with a kiss.
One simple kiss,
And I was his.